Pedal to the metal,
Tires screech, I start off,
Giving birth to a cloud
Of thick and foul white smoke,
Bullets rain around me,
Shouting echoes loudly.
No time for it to settle
I’m gone, breaking the standoff;
I’m quite sure they don’t feel proud:
Outdone by a single bloke,
Entire private army…
Eyes closed, singlehandedly!
Now, no time for reckless mettle,
This is not completely over,
For I must still escape unbowed
Or my licence they might revoke…
The sky still remains dark, stormy,
But I let myself smirk proudly.